"Ugh! Why can't Laura go and buy her own groceries?" thought Arnaldo as he walked through the crowded streets of the city and glancing down at the list in his hand. He passed by the beggars and failing business, focused solely on the small piece of paper in his hand. The hustle and bustle of the city meshed together into a consistent white noise in his ears but, one sound seemed to catch his attention.
The sound of an acoustic guitar, strumming away somewhere in the distance.
Arnaldo didn't quite know why the sound of this particular guitar seemed so appealing to him, but, nonetheless, he still found himself following the musical trail that lead him to the doors of the city's cathedral.
What he saw next really took him by surprise.
Sitting there, at the doors of the brick cathedral, wa
